Now is the Time

Now is the time

to wrap cold fingers around my own

to stare at the depthless eyes and smile

to thaw icicles lacing a jagged reflection.

 

Now is the time

to lay on your back and stare up at pastel skies

to imagine cloud impressions passing by

to watch as colored fingers spread the shade.

 

Now is the time

to listen to cracking laughs of your own

to clutch fragments of dying sanity close

to pretend to be vibrant tessellations of normal.

 

Now is the time

to wish upon a cosmos

to blow fairydust across desert land

to tuck wilting daisies behind an ear.

 

Now is the time

to wash in pools of trimmed desires

to sulk between closed pages of stories

to murmur mysteries to grey walls.

 

Now is the time

to grieve for the days

to sob for the months

to wail for the years


all lost in timeless despair.

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